Novel & Cerita It Hurt Itself In Confusion

My hands covered my face as frustration surged through me, mingling with confusion and self-doubt. "What in the world is wrong with me?!" I half-shouted, the words muffled by my palms as I struggled to contain my frustration, not wanting it to spill beyond the confines of my chamber. My usually neat hair was now tousled, falling into my eyes and obscuring my vision as I grappled with the turmoil swirling within me. -- The rest of the night and the next two consecutive days slipped by in a blur, my focus shattered like glass.

I looked at their back and suddenly slid down after locking the door. My heart pounded as I buried my head in between my legs. I felt so confused. I feel so much pain, I had never hurt anyone so why should I be hurt? Why should I always harm everyone who is around me? Don't I deserve love too? Jinx! I am a jinx! My shoulders trembled as my cries filled the room, then on remembering something, I stood up, rushed to my phone, and then I checked the news again and was glad no other new News popped up except for the ones I had seen.

Of all the things to remember, it’s that. It’s always that. Right before everything went to shit. Right before I hated myself enough that it sat in my chest like something rotten, something I couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Enough that every time I thought about it, I had to fight the urge to break something, to hurt someone—if only to quiet it for a second. Because for that one moment, I’d been no different from every other man who’d ever hurt her. I’d never tell her that.

It was as if time had stopped, and I was trapped in this surreal moment. As the punch landed, Andre stumbled backward, clutching his face in pain. I could see the confusion and hurt in his eyes, mirroring the chaos within my mind. I never intended for things to escalate like this, and now I was caught in the middle of a mess I didn't ask for.

Just caged in place by the very pull he was trying to fight. “Don’t lie to yourself,” I whispered, tilting my head, letting the blood at my chest stain the fabric deeper. “Hurting me hurts her. Hurting her hurts you. But this… ” I pressed a hand to my wound, fingers slick with red, then lifted them to my mouth. My tongue dragged across my own blood, slow, deliberate. “This doesn’t hurt you at all.” His breath hitched. Just once, sharp. His pupils widened, black drowning gold.

I had let myself hope for something, only to have it taken away, shattered like glass. I could feel the tears start to burn as they slowly slid down my cheeks. I wiped them away quickly, but it didn’t help. The pain inside me felt like it was spilling over, too much for me to handle. Was it Ethan I was crying over? Was it Reuben, his cruel betrayal still echoing in my mind? I didn’t even know anymore. It was all just a jumbled mess of hurt and confusion. I couldn’t tell what was real and what was just my mind making up stories to cope with the hurt. I couldn’t even say whether I was crying over the loss of Ethan or over the loss of myself.

"I hurt myself because I hurt you. You are an intrinsic part of me Zuhair... I hate what I did to you and hate what I said even more. I don't even know... I can't even explain those vile things I said. I know I will never be able to take back what I said all I can offer you is a measly apology and a promise to do better by you. I hate myself for laying my hands on you. That night we had taken some ecstasy and I think I had a bad trip. Shit just went south. I regret it so much." I felt myself tear up at his confession one side of me wanted to give him a pass because he hadn't been in his right mind but I was still so upset at him for being so weak and allowing himself to be controlled by a dr

we both screamed at the same time. I saw blood gushing out of my wrist. I looked at Zelda and she was bleeding in the same spot. I looked at the blade on my hand and I was sure I didn't cut myself with it. I looked at Zelda and she was as confused as I was, our wounds looked exactly the same. "Does that mean that hurting her will hurt me too?" I asked myself in confusion. The revelation hit me like a sudden gust of wind—a startling realization that sent ripples of disbelief through the very core of my being. The idea that causing her pain would inflict an equal measure of suffering upon me was a truth I find hard to accept.

" she questioned, not judging , not questioning, merely worrying. I rubbed my hands over my face. "I regret it. I do not even know how I allowed myself to do it. I was just... hurting. I didn't care anymore. I did not want to remember anything.” "It's okay," she whispered. "You're human. You were hurting. You made a mistake. You do not have to hate yourself for that.” I said nothing because I was somehow embarrassed. The other part was angry with Caleb. Angry at myself. Angry at everything.

I was hating the confused phase I found myself in. "No cahir, let me treat it" I request with much persuasion. Although, I was ambivalent about it. Then came my brawling wolf Her holler responded in my head and it throbs. It was a sign not to help but I had to because I hurt him. He heaves a sigh